CalyB

Artie had lived her whole life feeling like a joke. Whether it came to her full name, her parents ‘abandoning’ her and her next door neighbours taking her in, or finding out that her lover was part of a cult and was cheating on her. Said lover then stabbed her. 

It felt like she just couldn’t catch a break. 

So when she found herself in a puddle of her own blood, staring up at a fake painted sky, she could only find humour in the situation, and prayed that the next life was kinder. 

Only she woke up. 

In the same body, with the same stab wound, only in a world full of magic, swords, and a dead King Arthur? 

Yup. The round table existed, the knights existed, and so did everyone of legend that she’d heard about as a child. Only it was the beginning of their tales. Nothing had happened yet, except the formation of Camelot, the crowning of the King, and then the sudden death of the King of Legend, King Arthur Pendragon. 

She would have thought this was another cruel joke if everyone wasn’t wandering around in mourning clothes. If this was a practical joke, it wasn’t a very funny one. Artie was tired. She’d already spent almost a decade working as a police officer, and then a detective, so she felt like she had earned her peace. Especially after all the shit she’d been put through, but someone had different plans. And Artie’s life wasn’t quite done yet.

In fact, it seemed like in the eyes of the creatures of this world, this was where she was always meant to be. The time she spent getting her ass handed to her in the other dimension? Just a warm up. 

And now she was expected to just…go along with what everyone else wanted her to do? Including magical beings who were responsible for taking her from one dimension to another. Artie felt like she was in over her head, even if there were several concerned, attractive knights around her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to run away from all the new responsibilities, or embrace them. She wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but maybe now was the time to change?

Sword in Stone

"Moira, I am beyond grateful that you allow me to wear whatever I want." Artie said and Moira gave her a strange look at her words. So did the other women.

"Allowed you, Your Grace?" You are the King, you can wear whatever you want." She told her, and Artie chuckled.

"Oh yes, I control so much of my own life. While I listen and follow whatever Moira says I should since she has an iron fist around the hearts of everyone around me. You have everyone around me threatened and complacent to your ideas and ideals." Artie teased, watching as the young woman's face flushed. Artie was reminded that she was a teenager, a competent one, but still a young adult all the same. "This isn't a criticism, I just find it amusing. I am grateful that you give me freedom. You could have tried to force me into dresses all the time, but instead you allowed me to wear what I find comfortable." Artie said. Moira sniffed, and Artie pretended not to notice how her eyes were a little damp.

Am I seeing...triple? Quadruple?